"I think 'at 'appened t' me once... though it wasn't a ship, it was a wagon, and it wasn't a mermaid... I think it was a nymph er somethin'... Or maybe I jes' had too much o' that Madman's Ale..." Granite mumbles half incoherantly. "I'm-a gonna go wander o'er there..." he mutters, and sways off to the other side of the boat."
*Eventually he finds his way down to the galley, and starts bringing out ale for any of the crew who are due for it. While they drink, Granite listens to their gossip, occasionally trying to draw out those that make interesitng comments, particularly about his earstwhile bardic acquaintence.*
[OOC - Listen +14, Bluff +11, Diplomacy +7]